When Natalie was gone, Hiccup immediately broke down. He couldn’t believe that he had to be the unlucky one to witness such a horrible thing. He wished he could erase what he saw, but he knew it will continue to haunt him. He sobbed and rubbed at his eyes as he walked to his room but at the sight of his messed-up bed, he held in the urge to vomit as he brought his hand to his mouth. He slowly breathed in and out, eyes shut as he attempted to calm down. He decided he needed a shower and grabbed his clothes and a towel from his drawer and went to the bathroom. He briefly looked at himself at the mirror before he undressed himself and got in the shower. He let the hot water run down as he began to sob again, hands covering his mouth in an attempt to quiet himself down but to no avail. He slowly slid down to the floor and sat there deep in thought. He was hurt. Traumatised. He never wanted that to happen to him again. Never. So, he had decided... he will not love again. That way, he could never get hurt.
Hiccup slept on the couch that night and within a few days, replaced his old bed with a brand new one. He was still not over the horrible incident from days ago, but he was trying every day to forget. He would bury himself in work as a means of distraction and would sometimes visit a bar to have a few drinks, just to forget about it for even a few hours. He knew it would take time for him to heal, for his wounds cut deep inside him, but time heals broken wounds and he hoped that eventually he would be okay.